| We comin back to the scene with, no love
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| Players to pimps and, mo' thugs
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| Chi-Town people we, stay plugged
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| Awwww yeahhh, that’s us
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| Pardon my expression, baby love us
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| The typical niggaz that, run through
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| But don’t let the typical niggaz, run you
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| Money ain’t a thang baby, that’s true
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| And how much money could, serve you
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| For the lucci baby that, burn you?
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| When the streets is cold, this shit get hot
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| Certain motherfuckers wanna sit and plot
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| Do it guns to pull oo-wops, as it does to glocks
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| Roam the street, like a rottweiler
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| Remember Joe Pe-sci, I’m a Goodfella
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| Goin all out, what my daddy tell us
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| The nigga got ahead, make 'em all jealous
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| Infatuatin nigga’s quality
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| Characteristic pimpology
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| And I been around the world on a oddysey
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| So obviously, I live with the pledge
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| It don’t bother me, it don’t bother me
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| So obviously, and obviously
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| I live with the pledge it don’t bother me, c’mon
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| Can you make it hot like this?
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| Can you make me scream ya-ya, cause you’re, pa-pa
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| Can you make it hot like this?
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| Can you make it hot like this?
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| Can you make it hot like this?
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| Can you make me scream ya-ya, cause you’re, pa-pa
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| Can you make it hot like this?.
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| Check it out y’all
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| One-two, one-two, who you?
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| Ain’t no jackin us, that’s true
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| Got 'spect taken away, you get loot
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| Four bad hoes, waitin to get scooped
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| Catch 'em and check 'em, put 'em down but I wet 'em
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| Put your fingers in the air and say, «Ya-ya»
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| All my ladies say, «Ya-YA!»
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| Poppa to me baby like, «Pa-pa»
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| Drop-top Bentley, Benz and Coupe’s
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| Lesbians in Lucci suits
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| Can I make it hot like this? |
| (AHH)
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| Can I make it hot like that? |
| (OHH)
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| See I’ma put it in mo', so, it be cold
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| Somethin like superior when I’m bustin the flow’ll
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| Have you probably touchin yo' toes (yo' toes)
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| I got the type of funk to make yo' hoes get low
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| Can’t have the po-po catchin up
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| But I can’t picture us ridin bus
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| Give you somethin make you scream
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| Like the stuff from the triple beam
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| Hit the scene baby and get the green baby
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| And show 'em what it mean just to bling baby
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| When we rock prop stop drop
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| Niggaz down like, what what WHAT WHAT?
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| Uh oh it’s the M-O, U-N, I-Q-U-E
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| Comin straight out of Phil-ly
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| So you wanna make it hot like me?
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| Wanna go toe to toe with me?
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| Whether I’m rockin the industry
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| Cause cain’t nobody do it better than me
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| Who got capacity to break it down
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| Thinkin we weak in the knees?
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| Wanna share it, say it to Your Majesty
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| Stop it Dunn cause you’re killin me
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| Picture me ballin, niggaz ain’t ready
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| Straight get jiggy when I rock the party
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| Got the audacity to wanna battle with me
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| But them skills you posess you could never compete
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| Watch this low right here, fools like honey
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| Had that body shakin from your head to feet
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| Chickenheads comin up, Elmo’s can’t see
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| Started a fire, but I’ma bring the heat
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| Make it hot non-stop
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| From the door to the rooftop
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| Papi don’t stop til these haters drop
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| And we cop the drop-top to floss at the hot-spot
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| Niggaz better grab ahold cause when the sun explode
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| To grab your soul, put you under my control
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| Hey mama stick a fork in it, cause you be dealin
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| With some brothers that ain’t really less fortunate
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| But I’m a brother that be ultimate
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| I treat a lady like a queen if she be livin like an orphan-it
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| Hit the telly on the fourth and fifth, cause if your paper
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| Will not bend we tryin to stick it like we awesome
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| How many chance you sposed to get? |
| I be the brother in the club
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| That be shinin with the goldish fit
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| Cock-back when you wet me up, let me smile, keep it real
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| And I love it when you sex me up
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| Don’t hold me down baby, let me up
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| Recognize I’m a star, you hit with the master, you in class
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| But you had to cut, there be rules to the game
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| If you rushin then you asked to butt
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| Ain’t no time for no actin up, good game get me too
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| Even if you mastered what?
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| I’ma man give a true love, laid back with the ladies
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| And I bang with the true thugs
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| Share the wealth with my crew what? |
| Because a Chi brother know
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| That a plugged on the same dove
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| Let the world know I blew up, because I got on my top
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| And I drop with a new cut
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| Invent a style and they want that like that
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| Seen a ho wanna spin in my Cadillac
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| Give it right back |